Creating Poems - Poems about Creating

This restless, ever-cresting urge, that pounds, incessant, in my breast, much like the ocean's pulsing surge that never seems to pause for rest, will have its way. I must obey. So I go, in meek surrender, find a quiet place to hide, and placing pen to paper, render poems from the swelling tide. Though sweet...

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Feeling displaced, misplaced, and suffocating Running low on oxygen  hyperventilating. Debilitating trying to keep pace running the same simple human rat race 1st place But no golden medal is won well, not that I anticipate No, not for simply existing through change under a bright fireball we call sun in exchange for human life, and so a new...

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“Escaping from life’s wasteland into the serene introspective depth within I discover the treasure of emerald bliss” – Quote by Poet Walking in weary steps along the amber wilderness, the lone life wanders despondent on the worn-out path. I absorb the embedded emerald grandeur of reposed bliss from the conjured cauldron of the tranquility trove within, strive...

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Thoughts continually, Travel the space between. Affecting reality, Although it goes unseen. Rivers flowing freely, Their power unforseen. Pushing forcefully, Guiding this machine. Defining what you see, Creating the scene. Starting as a baby, It's bed free and clean. Trickling slowly, Across a blank screen. Before we think clearly, We created this ravine. Walls so high and rocky, A pool of thoughts convene. Now choosing carefully, What does it all mean? Pools filling rapidly, Flowing in...

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When one writes poetry, creates rhythmic beauty, with significant sounds, ...

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Music is not my passion, But I have other songs to share. I can’t use oils and canvas, But with my pen I have a flair. The stanzas are my choruses. Through my poems my soul doth soar. My baton the metered beat; The design shows forth the score. The words are my artist pallet. The lines are painted hues sublime. Lovely colors do I...

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worst case ever saw Trump liked dictator and shah some did call a draw Trump was really mean had been crazy in the bean create quite a scene feet not on the ground Trump idiot we had found in each word would sound terrible things he had done for President not the one Trump was on the run ...

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CREATING A GARDEN To create a garden from scratch, Can seem so daunting, But with a plan to hatch, Is so marvellous and rewarding!! Researching about the soil, Choosing so many varieties of seeds, Climate change and wind directions, Not to mention the digging out the weeds!! Lots of sketching and gardening books, So full of vibrant, colourful flowers, Planting the new plants I brought, I have...

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One does not invent in the sense of creating something from nothing -- behind every idea is a long history of Divine contemplation -- behind all substance defined is a universe of ever soulful being. We create by grace, for the pleasure of God....

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To Live and Breathe Creating …for some time again to rapidly wing into joy creating with words as heartbeats and lines each sketched for breath as these pens with their inks draw in a song of solace from creating with its humbling thrill given stroke by stroke to designs discovering thought arias poetic murals lit in symphonic chiaroscuro for embroidered...

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Talk to me Set your thoughts free Find in me your peace Know I am discreet Show me your beliefs Stand on them indeed Like holy book we read Boaz your Ruth is unique Piercing heart so deep And all fears do cease Creating a beautiful unity Faithful and filled with glee Planted like green seed Romantic and beautiful sweet Feelings that never leave Healing so much indeed Smiles that never...

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I will be creating a nonet poem the reverse format will be my example in forty-five syllables this line will have eight syllables and the final line, nine syllables....

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His familiar was a crow But not in the know What is he making? With that bright green grow? I cannot help you Said the crow, who usually knew He came home this morning at a quarter ‘til two The wizard smiled, glad for the attention He was creating a new world, I guess I could mention He had in his mind creatures smaller...

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I care I search your eyes in the morning when love was found sweet on grass-covered dew neath' the rays filtering through, now warming the courting of passions fell into view How soft the vision of your face at dawn surrounded by the gab light of silence where a picture of paradise is drawn as the eyes of the soul offer guidance We'll...

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Written: August 28, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ If you don't covet where you live, my friend, Imagine a fitter home, a place to mend, A sanctuary where dreams come alive, A space where bliss and hope will thrive. Picture walls that tell stories, so grand, Of triumphs and adventures, hand in hand, Each brick whispered tales of joy and pride, Where memories of smiles will forever...

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